Not a lot of sleep in between. I slept fast and hard, but not hard enough to keep baby brother from waking me up at about 4:30. I don’t remember Owen ever doing this to me but this kid is violent. He’s punching, kicking, banging his head, wiggling his hips…it’s constant movement and it woke me up. If I take a sedative will he get it too…for sure?
I feel like I can’t keep my eyes open this morning. Yet there is a day to be had. I decided to sit down at the quilt for some restful productivity and I did accomplish a bit. Even that seemed like hard work today though. A nap is definitely on my list.
Joey isn’t feeling good today either so that’s going to mess me up. He doesn’t sleep well when he feels bad and when he gets to sleep it’s very fitful and interrupted by coughs and whines. Grrr. He needs to get better. I think he has the same cough thing that Tisra and Amy had. I didn’t seem to get it, Thank God Almighty, because I haven’t been coughing at all and Owen and Kris have been recovered and well for some time. Owen does have a nasty nose more often than is required of 23 month old children, but I’m quite sure he’ll get over that.
Kris and I worked in the nursery at church last night…oh the nasty noses we encountered. Squalling, snotty, chapped faced babies. Gotta love Wednesday nights in the nursery. There were only about 12 kids so it really wasn’t as bad as some nights in the Creeper Room. Most of them were pretty good too…it’s just those two or three that cry for no apparent reason and are louder than anyone can tolerate and remain sane. I always tell them too…in my sweetest mommy voice…”okay…you’re making me grind my teeth now, if you’re going to yell like that you should at least be cute.” Why is it that the ugly ones are often the annoying ones? I know some of you can’t believe I just said that, but it’s true that there are ugly babies in the world. Face it. Some of them have beautiful parents, but for whatever reason they are not cute. Some of them become cute over time, some of them are doomed to be ugly the rest of their lives…but they usually have great personalities. There are cute annoying babies too but they don’t make me as angry and I know that sounds really shallow but cute will go a long way with me. I can’t explain it, it’s just one of those things. I don’t hate the ugly ones…but I would much rather console a cute baby than an ugly one. Boy…I am tired. I can’t believe I just wrote that. Can you believe, I just wrote that? I should probably delete it…
Were you an ugly baby or a cute baby- “cause you have a [normally] nice personality. I’d like to think i do, too, but don’t want to admit that I might have been an ugly baby.
Aww I think all babies are cute. Toddlers just make me soft and sappy inside.
Tisra – I didn’t say cute babies can’t have nice personalities when they get older. I was making a joke because when someone wants to introduce you to someone of the opposite sex who is not exactly handsome or pretty…they always say…they have a great personality. I’m sure you were an adorable baby and probably a very sweet baby too. To answer your question though…I was outragiously cute! Hee hee. Actually, I was one of those that ran the curve the other direction and though I was a cute baby…I don’t think it lasted with me.
Michelle – There was one in the nursery last night you would not have thought cute. I can almost guarantee it. She was almost mean looking and I held her a lot, despite my shallow self. She had stuff coming out of every orifice in her face too…ugh. I think once they are toddlers they start to get cuter…that great personality starts coming out more too. 🙂
Oh, I knew what you were getting at Mary. I’m just being difficult. I think the thing I’ve always wondered, though, is: Do the parents of these uglier kids feel sad that their child isn’t as pretty, or are they so in love with said child that they are blind to it completely? Because, I think all parents believe (me included) that their babies are beautiful.
I had an ugly baby and I’m honest enough with myself to admit it. She wasn’t doomed to be forever ugly, but in the words of her father, she looked like the “elephant man.” The poor child suffered from some alien form of eczema that had her entire head, ears, face . . . you name it . . . crusty and peeling for several weeks. There’s not a parent out there that can look at a child (even their own) under those conditions and claim they are cute. I still loved her the same, but I was embarrased when people wanted to come see the new Hunter baby and adore her. They politely smiled at her, but I KNOW what they were thinking . . . “Dear God, what’s wrong with her?” In fact, one person and only one person was honest enough to ask that, without the added “Dear God” part though. I wasn’t offended. I actually appreciated that they didn’t present the phony “what a cute baby” front that others had. She’s made up for it. She’s gorgeous now, and I’m not biased!
Hey, do you like my name? Ha Ha…Sorry I couldn’t be more origninal. I haven’t been able to read your blog in awhile and I thought I should leave a comment since you are so kind and do it for me! I am about to fall out of my chair laughing at your whole “ugly baby” conversation…that was too much!